Honestly, I'm Fine (PAAZ)

8 HOURS EARLIER

Napoleon, come.

Ugh, shit.

Fuck that.

Shit.

It's going to be a lot of fun, dude. Mr. Waggle.

Dad.

Dad, can I have the car keys? I'm going to work for a while.

-You mean, now? -Yes.

-What's going on? -I'm going to work for a while. Thanks.

-Those chickens again? -There are more than 300 breeds, Dad.

-Why don't you just sleep? -It's not that simple.

-No. -What?

There is nothing to worry about.

I'll just finish up quickly, so I can go on holiday with peace of mind. Okay, bye.

I told you. She needs to move out again.

Ni hao, this is Emma. Are you still open?

Ah, great. The Tau Sie Kai Lucky House with rice noodles, please.

Yes, very well. Thank you.

Chickens, chickens, chickens.

"Chickens are smarter than you think. Recent studies show that they…"

"The most common parasite is most often found around the cloaca."

Ew, gross.

Hey.

-Hi-dee-hi. -Hey, sweetheart.

It's great here. I've already spoken to talent scouts. Producers.

-I can feel it. -Wow, that's great.

-Why aren't you in bed? -Deadline.

Editing is 24/7. Plus: sleep is overrated.

You're working too hard.

What book is so important that it keeps you there instead of here with me?

And don't you dare say that chicken encyclopedia.

No, man. Are you crazy? No, I'm working on…

The Sky Falls by Marten Polak. Here, our star author.

-Jesus, what a depressing title. -Babe, I've got to go.

Make sure you're on time tomorrow, because I can't do this without you.

Yes, sure. I will. Love you, okay?

Love you too.

The Tau Sie Kai Lucky House, with noodles.

-That's me. Yummy. Have a nice evening. -You too.

The Sky Falls.

What a load of rubbish.

Right.

Well, the sky is falling, starting with the title.

It starts with a disaster.

Totally random. Very hard to follow.

And the ending is very abrupt.

Emma?

-Emma? -Oh, yeah.

-Hey. -Hey, did you stay up all night?

-Good morning. -What have you done?

Yes, I spotted a few more things.

But Polak is not yours.

Leo said it needs no further editing.

-Just a good cover. -Yes, I know. But not quite.

And now we can still do something about it.

What?

Stop that book.

Good morning.

Hey. Weren't you supposed to be on vacation?

Almost. Really looking forward to it. Leo?

-Has anyone seen The Sky Falls? -Yes.

It can't go to print like this. I read it twice last night.

-All 548 pages? -Yes, and it is…

-Vague? Hard to follow? Pretentious? -Yes. All of the above.

By the first chapter, you've already lost the main character. He does nothing.

I thought the only thing left was to pick the cover color.

Azure or indigo…

You should go with indigo anyway. That's just a nicer color.

But it's weird to choose a cover color

-when the book itself is colorless. -That's not up to you.

He's one of our flagship authors.

You'll end up with an unreadable flagship.

With people thinking, "What the hell is he saying?"

What are you actually doing here? You're off work, aren't you?

Off work? What for?

-What you need is a vacation. -A vacation?

So, Leo. About the chicken encyclopedia.

I just need to cover the Danish Land Fowl and the Tournai Bantam…

Emma, go on vacation.

All right. Whatever…

Are you okay?

What? Yes. I'm doing really well.

-And you? -Yeah, okay.

-Do you want a hug? -Oh, well…

Thank you.

We'll see each other again in a few weeks.

Completely recharged. Yay!

Hey babe, how are you getting on? I'll see you in a minute, right?

Yeah, shit.

Hey, baby!

Yeah, so I won't actually be able to come.

No, it's a crisis situation here.

Terrible book, author's upset. So…

So actually I really cannot leave here right now.

Yeah, okay. Love you.

Hey.

Come on.

Okay.

These are happy tears.

Oh, come on.

Sorry.

-Yes… -Yes?

Can I go now? I have a boat to catch.

Ah. Yes, thanks.

-Emma Nieuwenhuis… -Really? That's my name too.

They really examined me thoroughly.

Yes, I can see that. But I still have a few questions.

Okay, so I was on my way home from work.

I am an editor at Vita Brevis publishing. Have you heard of it?

Doesn't matter.

So I was driving home from work. There was a bend.

I swerved. Splash, end of story.

Oh, sorry. I haven't introduced myself yet.

My name is Dr. Visser. I am a psychiatrist.

Hi.

Emma Nieuwenhuis. Editor. Anyway…

I have to go. Because I'm actually going on vacation.

-On vacation? -Yes, so nice. With my boyfriend.

The emergency services said that you didn't want help. Emma?

-Shock reaction? -Maybe.

But I'm still worried.

I think it would be good if you stayed on the psychiatric ward for a bit.

The psychiatric ward?

I was just talking to Emma.

Whether it might be a good idea

to take her in for observation at the BHU.

B-H-U. the Behavioral Health Unit of a general hospital.

Do you know why you're here, Emma?

Yes, we just talked about it, didn't we?

This was bound to happen.

Dick, it was a car accident. These things happen. Right?

I mean, this is all just a mistake, isn't it?

-That's exactly what I said, Mom. -Yes.

There's nothing seriously wrong, right?

Yeah, I really don't understand it either.

No.

Maybe I might potentially be a tiny bit overworked.

But I feel that all my colleagues are overworked.

-And they're not all in here. -No.

It is an occupational hazard.

Strict authors, super-tight deadlines.

I read in your medical file that you haven't been admitted before?

-No. -No.

-Outpatient care? -What do you mean exactly?

-Psychologist, psychiatrist. -No, nothing like that.

No.

But maybe this is a good time, Pipsqueak.

-To take a short break. -Dick.

But Dad, I was just about to go on vacation.

-Why not? -Are you serious?

What actually happens if I don't want this?

If necessary, I can force an admission.

But that takes much longer than it really needs to.

I'd really rather not do that.

But I also don't want to send you home like this.

"Like this"? There's nothing wrong with her. What do you mean, "like this"?

If I really must, I'll just stay one night, okay?

That seems like a good start.

Or two. Max.

If you'd like to fill this out, please?

Photo.

Oops. No worries.

Sorry, we're confiscating these.

Oh, right.

And your hairbrush.

My hairbrush? What would I do with that? Comb myself to death?

Sorry.

-All done. -Right. Thanks.

Emma Nieuwenhuis, editor.

We have Dien's bed, but it needs to be made first.

-Wow, that's a lot of pills. -Yes, I have a lot of headaches.

Or rather, I get headaches very often.

Best to have a stash, or it's back and forth to the pharmacy.

And I don't have time for that.

I'm off on holiday now with my boyfriend, to Terschelling.

He's being discovered at an open mic event.

So we're just tacking on some camping, mudflat walking, and relaxing.

If you have any questions, you can ask Sandra or Jesse.

Sure.

These are the house rules. Practical info about the ward.

Take a look at them, so you know how things work here.

Here you go.

The rules are simple.

For now, no staying in your room during the day.

No smoking in your room, no eating in your room.

-No sleeping in your room? -Well, you get pills for that.

And this is your room.

Marja, this is Emma. Emma, Marja.

-Marja, can you show Emma around? -Yes.

If you have any questions, you know where to find me.

Everything will be fine.

-Hi. -Hi.

So, this is your bed, bedside table, wardrobe.

I don't really need it. I'll be out of here in no time.

It won't open any further.

Shit. Everything is soaking wet.

Oh no, this is work.

This is the chicken encyclopedia I'm editing.

I have A to D done, but D to Z still needs work.